Hi guys! *waves*
A little short chapter (HELLO SMUTTY-TIMES ..that was a warning btw) before I'll upload another (hopefully) longer one; I'm pretty sure I'll do that tomorrow :-D Hope you enjoy!
The room was dark, poorly lit only by the moonlight shining through the window.
Blaine was fairly sure he'd been in this room before, but he couldn't quite remember when. He heard soft noises coming from the bed and he slowly moved closer. When his eyes landed on the figure on the bed he suddenly realized where he was. Kurt's room. He nervously debated whether or not to leave; why was he even debating this? He should so leave.
The breathy little "Blaine," Kurt emitted helped him make his decision. He moved closer to the bed and really after hearing Kurt moan his name, who could blame him for pushing the brunette's bangs back from his forehead so he could look at his face properly?
The face which was suddenly not so relaxed; and whose eyes were open.
Blaine knew he should take a step back and leave, he knew that. But instead he leaned over and pressed his lips to Kurt's slightly swollen ones. He must've been biting them in his sleep. Kurt's stuttered breathing made Blaine's heart thump so loudly he wouldn't be surprised if Kurt could hear it.
Before he knew what his body was doing, he was straddling Kurt on the bed; reaching down to push his boxers out of the way and really, he should be embarrassed, but Kurt's lustful eyes followed his every move and he just felt warm all over.
He wrapped his hand loosely around Kurt's slightly leaking cock and stroked slowly. He let his other hand travel up Kurt's upper body and wow, his skin was so flawless and pale that Blaine just wanted to bend down and bite it. He didn't though; instead he let his fingers brush over a nipple and enjoyed the way Kurt's back arched a bit off the bed.
He tightened his grip and began pumping faster as a drop of sweat made it down Kurt's neck. Blaine caught it with his tongue and sucked the skin of the sensitive neck into his mouth; marking Kurt as his own. He kept doing this all the way up Kurt's neck until he crashed their lips together again. He couldn't get enough of his taste.
Blaine twisted his wrist slightly and Kurt positively keened. Seeing Kurt writhe under him like that, biting his swollen lips and fisting the sheets made Blaine's vision darken slightly, but he was still there. He was still Blaine and he hadn't enjoyed anything more than this; ever. He was letting go, but he was in control. He let his hands wander; just drawing all kinds of sounds out of the boy beneath him. And Kurt, oh God Kurt.
He was so close; Blaine could feel it in the way his back arched and his moans were so out of control.
He whispered into his ear, "You're so good for me, so hot."
It only seemed to spur Kurt on more; his hips were thrusting into Blaine's fist in a broken rhythm and suddenly he was looking into Kurt's big blue eyes and he couldn't stop the darkness from spreading into his eyes as he said,
"Come for me, Kurt."
Waking up at 2.30 in the middle of the night was not Kurt Hummel's favorite thing.
Waking up at 2.30 in the middle of the night with a throbbing hard on was even less Kurt's favorite thing.
And adding the fact that he could remember exactly what had woken him up wasn't making any of it any more of a favorite to Kurt. He groaned and rolled onto his stomach; which just made him whimper into his pillow because he was still hard and the way his sheets were dragging over the sensitive skin of his thighs was nearly unbearable. He knew he should just stay put and ignore it. Go back to sleep. Anything but roll onto his back and reach into his boxers…
He knew that's what he was supposed to do. Because touching yourself after having dreamt of a boy you didn't even really know at all and who wasn't even single, was just not something normal people did.
Funny how Kurt had never been called normal, huh?
He squeezed his eyes shut and rolled back onto his back; willing away the guilt.
Last time, he said mentally. You're never doing this again, he kept telling himself even as he pushed his boxers down and sighed in relief. He took one last moment to maybe try to stop himself, but then he remembered the way dream-Blaine had pressed him into the mattress and he had to bite his lips not to let more embarrassing noises out.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and let out a breathy moan. If he was going to do this, he'd better do it good. He began with light strokes while letting his left hand travel up his torso; making the pajama shirt bundle up on his chest. He let his fingers brush slightly over a hardened nipple and arched his back a little at the jolt of pleasure it sent down his spine.
Deep breaths were forcing their way out through his lips even as he tried to be quiet. He was fairly sure nobody could hear him, but he was not taking any chances. Images from his dream flashed through his mind and a whimper made its way up his throat before he could choke it down again. He turned his head to the side and bit his pillow while tightening his grip on his dick. His movements were picking up speed the same way his breathing was.
A single drop of sweat made its way down his temple, past his squeezed-shut eyes and down his exposed neck. He imagined a soft tongue stopping its way and licking up the trail if left behind.
He wouldn't be surprised if Blaine himself heard his thoughts; it felt like they were screaming at him; pictures of hands and sweat damp skin and tongue and that mouth. Sucking and biting and kissing its way down his neck, to his shoulder and capturing his lips in a bruising kiss.
Kurt whined as his wrist twisted slightly; the way it usually did when he was getting close. His fantasies were getting clearer now. It wasn't just a shadow hovering over him; it was definitively Blaine. His dark curls were plastered down his forehead just like they had when Kurt had first met him; this time it was by sweat, not rain.
He imagined another pair of hands take the places of his own. Running down his body; catching an over sensitive nipple just to see him shiver and hear his voice break on a whine. The hot breath on his neck whispering sweet words of encouragement in a dark voice.
"You're so good for me, so hot."
A pair of hazel colored eyes locking with his own blue. They were turning darker and darker and when all the color was drained and the eyes were the deepest of black-
"Come for me, Kurt."
Kurt came with a muffled moan; burying his face into his pillow.
Blaine woke up with a jolt and looked around the room with nervous eyes. Why had he woken up? He groaned quietly when he realized why. His pants were soaked and he threw his legs out over the bed before putting his head in his hands and sighing deeply.
Why did that feel like so much more than just a dream?
